[Verse 1]:
Thirty round clip make thirty pounds flip
I'm a young trap n*gga I ain't suckin no nick
Diamonds on my teeth got diamonds on my wrist
Got money on me make a n*gga look sick
Thirty round clip made thirty pounds slip
Make money real quick I ain't owe a n*gga sh*t (Ayy)
Diamonds on my teeth got diamonds on my wrist(Ayy)
I'm a young trap n*gga straight countin up flips
[Verse 2]:
Say you want beef i got burgers
Now f*ck what you heard about im bring them burners out
I see the money im runnin out
Life is a b*tch and I told that b*tch turn around
I gave her di*k then I told that b*tch get off
Cause shes a b*tch that I don't give a sh*t about (Uhh)
I got like thirty pounds in the house
I count up digits while these n*ggas sit and pout (Ayy)
[Verse 3 + Hook]:
b*tch talkin sh*t while I get to the guap (Ayy)
Thirty f*ckin pounds thirty rounds in my Glock(Ayy)
b*tch you ain't hard I sell bars to them fiends (Uhh)
f*ck who you are I'm a star look at me (Ayy)
Money in my hands got money in my plans
I'm thumbin through bands while im smokin on green
Swear ass n*ggas imma name em Dirty Dan
Every single dollar dirty but a n*gga still clean
And I bet yo b*tch come shop with me
Got Perks, Got Green, Got Xans, Got Lean
Any b*tch n*gga tryna talk with me
Hit 'em with a f*ckin Kung Fu Chop Bruce Lee
[Verse 4]:
Last time n*gga tried to pass mine
Left him with a Flat Line n*gga
Talkin dead on the scene
b*tch I get high just to pass time
Thats why i am on top you can't match with me
Got the whole trap maxed out packs on fleek
Got thirty elbows and my tax on East
Smokin on track till I pass out black out
Take a n*gga pack if you tax on me
I got the Sauce and the Seasoning (Ayy)
I f*cked yo b*tch with no reasoning (Yuh)
She said its very nice meeting me (Ayy)
Then I left off for the evening (Uhh)
b*tch I go hard it's retarded
My sh*t is dope you can sell it fifteen a G (Ayy)
[Verse 5]:
And b*tch I barely just started
Already the Hardest you ever can even be (Uhh)
f*ck that b*tch once she ain't leavin me (Ayy)
Go to LA for the scenery (Uhh)
Got so much weed its a Greenery (Ayy)
I smoke this sh*t like its free to me (Uhh)
b*tch i make so many digits
So f*ck all the n*ggas who never believed in me (Ayy)
I dont give f*cks about rappin
It's just an expression thats all this sh*t mean to me (b*tch)